"Alright! I'm going in."
Luo Qingli stood at the gate, staring inside, when suddenly someone called her name. But it wasn't "Luo Qingli" they called.
"Bai Jinjin!"
Luo Qingli immediately recognized the voice—it was none other than Ye Qingyu, the man who had pleaded for her not to reveal that she had carried him over her shoulder!
Still, there was no way she'd turn around. She wasn't Bai Jinjin right now. She was Luo Qingli.
Ye Qingyu's perceptiveness truly was remarkable—how had he managed to recognize her just from behind?
Beside Ye Qingyu was a tall and elegant beauty. Upon hearing Ye Qingyu call another woman's name, the beauty grew visibly displeased, though she didn't show it outright.
She merely cooed in a syrupy voice, "President Ye, who is this? How rude! You called her, but she completely ignored you."
The sickly sweet tone made Luo Qingli involuntarily rub her arms. Her thoughts raced: Exactly! I'm rude. Now get on with it, and leave already!
